Again, a demonstration of the oddly difficult truth that doing is the only effective way of getting something done. Not planning to do, nor getting organised to do, nor thinking that it will be done better if it isn't started until the headache is gone - just doing.
Yesterday, the question "Why not now?" proved unanswerable except in evasive terms - the room isn't finished, there's still a lot of organising to do, I've got something else that also needs doing (and that offsets this task neatly, thereby getting neither done) - so I opened the Word file I had - getting organised - created and named but written nothing into, opened the completed notebook, and began transcribing.
These were the notes I'd made in London, and I'd made a fine obstacle out of them: no point in going further until I've got the notes transcribed, et cetera. No time to transcribe now, blah. London was last week. And maybe the best thing was that I didn't just transcribe. There were passages worth keeping, but others that were just marking time (overlong conversations because I didn't know what was coming next, for example). So I kept on departing from what was already on the notebook page, and going off in another direction.
Just as these entries are a Morning Pages exercise (Julia Cameron, The Artist's Way, do you mind if I don't insert a link?), so the Thursday's Child story is an exercise in making it up as I go along. Okay - in meeting a regular Thursday deadline, but that means getting along and doing - making it up - rather than thinking about doing it. So easy to get diverted into getting organiseed to do that rather than just - yes - doing it.
Yesterday, the question "Why not now?" proved unanswerable except in evasive terms - the room isn't finished, there's still a lot of organising to do, I've got something else that also needs doing (and that offsets this task neatly, thereby getting neither done) - so I opened the Word file I had - getting organised - created and named but written nothing into, opened the completed notebook, and began transcribing.
These were the notes I'd made in London, and I'd made a fine obstacle out of them: no point in going further until I've got the notes transcribed, et cetera. No time to transcribe now, blah. London was last week. And maybe the best thing was that I didn't just transcribe. There were passages worth keeping, but others that were just marking time (overlong conversations because I didn't know what was coming next, for example). So I kept on departing from what was already on the notebook page, and going off in another direction.
Just as these entries are a Morning Pages exercise (Julia Cameron, The Artist's Way, do you mind if I don't insert a link?), so the Thursday's Child story is an exercise in making it up as I go along. Okay - in meeting a regular Thursday deadline, but that means getting along and doing - making it up - rather than thinking about doing it. So easy to get diverted into getting organiseed to do that rather than just - yes - doing it.